Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.